The Creaks in an Old House | 2016

(A sequel for my other story "Returning the Favor" ) The day was turning out to be a good day, which was weird for it being so damn hot. The sun was out raining down its rays of blistering heat. The sky was clear and blue, almost like the pale blue of a robin’s egg. Birds were out singing their playful tune as they welcomed the small breezes that blew through the trees, and ruffled the dark green leaves.

From the trees that grew so close to the road was shade, but even through the shade it was still burning hell hot outside. So why was Scott and David forced outside again? Oh yea, the problems in both their houses.

Scott lived in the attic, so it was always an oven in there. They would have spent time in his living room chilling in the cool AC room, but with the AC being broken, it was just as hot as it was up stairs. Plus with all the cats Scott’s stepmother had, being stared at by multi-colored eyes wasn’t fun.

David’s house was a no, yes it was AC-ed, and they could have just hung out in his room playing video games or watching movies. But Missy, his little sister, had her loud-ass friends over. Every second it was “NO WAY!” or “SHUT UP!” then loud bursts of giggling. David’s father couldn’t hear a thing over his MMORPG game. He got loud at times, yelling at his team mates. It was a group thing, but David’s father treated it like a dictatorship. It was his way or get the fuck out the group.

So here the two friends were, in the middle of a road they’ve never gone down before, in the dead heat. Scott was on his skateboard going as slow as he could at times, and David was just walking, his skin being heated up by the sun’s rays.

And GOD were they bored.

Freaking Danny wanted to tag along, but with some excuses his ass stayed at home. Sure he was fun to hang around some times, but there was a limit to everything. And the day was to freaking hot to put up with his whining.

So enjoying the silence they continued down the unknown road. There, so far, were only two houses, one at the very beginning, and one a few yards down. The first house was two stories; there was a garage that was open, and two cars. One in the garage with what looked like the father working on it, and the other was sitting in the drive way. An old sports car and a mini-van, those were the cars that these people owned.

The color of the house was a faded blue, not like the color of the sky, but something similar. The yard was recently cut, the terrible smell of cut grass always irritated Scott’s nose, and toys littered the yard, and a shitty club house stood by a tree.

The next house had three people working on it. Apparently someone had been fixing this house up, Scott guess for selling it. They were working up on the roof of this one story brown house. From afar it almost looked like a cabin, but as you got closer it was just a normal house. One of the guys waved at them, in which they waved back not even knowing they waved until after.

Now nearing the end of the road, just before the tracks, was the last house before the plains of farm land stretched out as far as the eye could see. The house looked to be made out of stone, but it still kept a modern look to it. Like the two houses before. Behind this house was a large back yard with tall grass.

It didn’t much to know that this house was abandoned. Besides the over grown grass that covered whatever it could, some of the windows were smashed out, by rocks or a gun. Scott stopped his skateboard when he was standing directly in the middle of the house. David stopped when he caught up to his friend.

“You want to check it out?” David asked shoving his hands in his pants. Yes, it was a bad day to wear pants, but David didn’t want to spend a minute in his house with everyone screaming and laughing. So with a white shirt and blue jeans he left.

Looking up and down the road, to see if anyone was watching, even though they were invisible to almost everyone, he shrugged. “Could be worth it.”

They had nothing to do, it was a hot day, and there was a house covered in shade. The only thing they would have to worry about is random people seeing them or ticks. Which bother weren’t so bad, Scott and David weren’t the best kids on the playground.

Stepping off his board he stepped down on the end of it and then picked it up. “Might as well.” He said walking to the house, David following after.

The front door was locked, of course, but the back door wasn’t. Trash and broke glass littered the back steps, it almost seemed like someone was here after the last tenants lived here. The door pushed inward and the first room they entered was one that looked like someone tried tearing down the old floral wall paper.

It had to be the washroom, the dirt outlined two square like objects that were once there, and in the wall looks like something that would hook up to a washer. Two black bag of trash were thrown in a corner. Walking further in was the kitchen; it didn’t look to be in better condition. To the left when you first walk in is a white table that had old cans of soda and beer. Some of the walls to the kitchen had been torn out and the isolation removed.

To the right was a hallway. Going down the hall way there was an opening to a living room with giant windows that light up the room, the front door lay right beside the windows. On the opposite side of the living room was a small room that was painted a reddish pink. Leftover, and broken, furniture littered the room.

Walking down the hallway was two more rooms, on the left was another small room that was painted blue, this room was empty. And on the right was a room that was torn out, the left wall was missing. It looked to be the bathroom at one point in time, but now it looked like someone wanted to expand a room.

The last room was at the end of the hall, this room was bigger than the rest, and took the color of a purplish blue. The room had a dark old dresser in it, what was in the dresser? Absolutely nothing, but it stank of old milk and mildew.

“Wow that was a waste.” Scott said leaving the back room; he ended up making his way back into the living room to examine the windows once more, with some curiosity, of how, out of all the windows, were these not broken.

David nodded and shrugged, it was kind of a waste, but hell, if it got them out of the heat, and he didn’t care. This house was actually a lot cooler then outside. Plus it was a nice house, at one point, before people fucked it up, it probably looked nice.

Hot hands traveled under Scott’s shirt and traveled up and down his torso, while lips made contact with the nape of Scott’s neck. This made Scott jump a small squeak leaving his lips. It was unexpected to say the least. Scott was more excepting for David to say let’s go back into the hellish heat.

Not this. Not in front of the window.

“Damn it David!” Scott hissed turning around and pushing his friend back a few steps. “What the hell?”

It wasn’t lost in the wind what they did those weeks ago. What still appears in his mind at the late nights when he can’t sleep. Something like that was hard to forget. And it seems like David couldn’t forget it like Scott hoped. Strangely enough, it didn’t change anything in their relationship as friends.

“What?” David asked taking a step forward.

With the silence he took another step forward and slammed his hands between Scott, trapping him against the door. Leaning forward and with a low husky voice he spoke again. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to try it again…”

With a few more seconds of silence David joined their lips together, waiting for anything to happen. For Scott to push him aside, or just to become obedient. He grinned when there was no fighting, testing his limits, he licked the bottom of Scott’s lip hoping for entrance. Scott opened and the adventurous tongue ventured inside Scott’s mouth. Scott broke the kiss and sweet breath filled his lungs as he inhaled greedily. David was really going for it. It almost seemed like Scott was going to suffocate there for a second. David’s lips crossed his throat, and without thinking about it, he threw his head back and hit the door.

There was a small chuckle from David, but it didn’t stop him. David swiped his tongue over Scott’s adam’s apple before moving to trace the jugular.

Scott didn’t want to feel like he was too willing, just like he was the last time. He wanted to at least play a little hard to get, but lust was winning by a landslide and any effort in putting up a fight seemed lost. Being locked out from Jenny, during their dating, was killing him.

Showing a little courage Scott moved his hands to David’s torso. Uncertain fingers touched the others body and slowly mapped out what muscles were there. He still had the image of David being wet and wrapped in that towel. David was still wet, from sweat, and not from a shower. David smiled lightly; glad to see that he wasn’t going to do everything.

David’s hands were more determined and knew what to do. He started with Scott’s shirt, and pulled it up over the man’s head. David dropped the shirt, and ignored it; he was too busy with his next move. His lips attacked the caramel shoulders with newly found gentleness, his hands found its way back to Scott’s naked flesh.

Scott let out a low moan when David’s thumb and finger caught one of the other male’s nipples. With his other hand he grasped the other’s hips and ground their needs together, already he could feel Scott’s erection. With a small breath of a laugh he continued to thrust against his friend, watching all the expressions his friend was making.

Scott couldn’t help it when his mouth was open and louder lewd noises started to stream out of his mouth. He’d assumed this need, this frustration, would have been gone with the first time they did it. But, no, doing it an abandoned house, a house in which anyone could walk in and see what they’re doing. It just made things a lot more excitable.

“Enjoying yourself?” David asked in his low voice, that voice that was making Scott go crazy. With no answer David rolled his hips with a little more power and Scott moaned out his answer. “What if someone walked in? Hmm?” He asked. “Seeing you like this. About to get fucked by another man…” His voice tailed off.

With a small smirk David reconnected their lips kissing with a fiery passion while his fingers messed with Scott’s belt and yanked the hem of the trousers off. The house no longer felt cool, like outside, it was already heating up, like they were in a pan that sat over a burning fire. Still taking no time to waste his fingers enclosed around Scott’s exposed manhood and moved along it, coating his fingers with copious pre-cum, making them nice and slick for what was to come next

Scott’s breath caught in his throat, making a small choking noise when he felt a hand groping his rear, and spreading it apart. Before any objection could be made the first finger went in. David’s member twitched in anticipation of having that heat around it.

Even though this was their second time doing this, David was going to do his best to be gentle. He added two more digits to stretch Scott. He thrusted his fingers in, driving deeper than before, and aimed for the magic pleasure switch. And when he got it Scott let out a loud moan.

Scott’s nervous system lit up like fire, and he grasped for David’s shoulder seeking support, and tangled his fingers in the white shirt. Removing his fingers he listened to the soft whine of Scott before pushing his length in. Any noise let out by Scott was swallowed up by David. There was a small pause which gave them both a few seconds to adjust. David thrusted the first thrust, pushing the other male against the wall, both hands were wrapped around David’s neck. Scott’s legs were wrapped around David’s waist. Scott hoped they wouldn’t get caught, what would they say? Who would come in and see them like this?

Scott didn’t care about that once he felt the heat buildup around his southern regions. Just a few more minutes, just a few more thrust and it would all be over. Opening his eyes Scott was confused he lost his thought. He looked at David; he wasn’t going to leave him like this? Not when he was so close to finishing.

“Come one.” David stepped away from Scott and the door. Scott’s leg fell to the ground, and for almost a second he almost lost his legs. Scott was glad that he had the door to support him or down he would go. Scott watched as David laid himself down on the dusty old floor.

Scott was too far to really give a damn about anything. Leaving the door he moved towards his friend, straddling David’s waists, supporting his weight on his knees and slowly lowered himself down, his muscles happily re-accommodating David’s member.

“Damn it.” David said suddenly gripping Scott’s hips in a vice like hold and pushed him all the way down filling the clearing with a satisfying mixture of skin slapping against skin and the Scott's sharp yell. David didn’t give Scott much time to adjust before he thrust his hips upward, driving into the other’s tunnel. He threw his head back and immersed himself in the pleasure waves drowning him, groaning softly each time he buried himself to the hilt inside the magmatic heat.

Scott's hips were bucking before he realized it, doing David's job for him, and his voice lost all manner of control. David’s movements became a little rougher; he couldn’t be any gentler with his friend. He had lost all control, and Scott was going to have to take it.

David had his fingers dug into the tanned skin, as he watched Scott’s head moved from side to side with the motions of his thrusts and was enthralled by the intense pleasure on the other's face, the tightly shut eyes, the gaping mouth, the thin trail of saliva running down his chin, the deep red blush spreading all the way to the heaving chest, the palms pressed flatly against his abdomen. It was all hypnotic and Cato lost himself in their spell, roaring his release.

Scott gasped as his eyes widened when he felt the other’s seed shooting through him. He could feel some sliding down the member still lodged firmly inside him. It seemed to burn, the substance igniting a river of fire in their wake. David had a lazy smile on his lips as he watched Scott's reaction, fully aware that he hadn't reached the proverbial cliff's edge just yet.

“Go ahead, touch yourself until you come. I want to see your face in its utmost pleasure.”

With David watching, Scott enclosed on hand around his stiff member and began to jerk off. Scott had done this many times, but never when he was being watched. In some kind of way, he was finding the idea of being watched to be rather pleasurable.

His movements became quicker as the need to release became stronger and he panted, his lungs never quite filling with enough oxygen. He felt David's fingers tracing playful shapes against his skin and marveled at the new discovery.

David locked eyes with Scott’s lustful ones just before the explosive of pleasure. His body convulsed, the electric orgasm running through him like wild fire, realizing that David's member was still inside him. The other boy hissed when he felt the muscles constrict around him and his fingers became aggressive, though the hiss was one of sudden delight.

Scott fell limply over David’s chest, he enjoyed this. Maybe they should make a relationship out of this instead of a one time and again in the next few weeks. Scott was really enjoying these moments they were having.

And at the end of all that, there was a knock at the door.